Mango Mukul is spreading fragrance scent

One day in the month of Falgun. Clear white-blue sky on the head Nimble atmosphere Jhirijhiri wind. A delightful day. Birds are calling The tree is playing the vegetation of the wind with the wind. A lump is seen. The leaves of the trees are dust. He has so many flowers in the tree, he is not watching any of the dusty leaves. Everyone's attention towards Mukul. My eye also looked at Amir Mukul. Many people like me looked at Amar Mukul.

It seems like a little earlier than winter every year. Due to dying in the night due to excessive winter, the American flower falls; This is not the case. There is no fog because it is very low in winter, because it is cold. And that's why Ame Mukul did not drop in the house anyway.

It was a brick-rocked town in a cruel Dhaka city that saw Amar Mukul on the bus when I saw a fragment of my son-in-law kidnapped girl's memory in the mirror of my memory. I remember ten to fifteen years ago today. There was a lag in the south of our house. He used to catch many big mangoes in the tree. We used to say madlaai mango At the end of the winter, when he came to the tree, there was a happy line in my eyes. I used to walk in the dawn of morning morning and walk on Ala and walk to our Madeline Mango tree. Curiously, I looked towards America's Mukul. When I looked at Mukul, I used to feel the scent of the house. I taste taste of the tongue in the tongue. The smell that came in my nose. Because of the village's naughty boy's party, we used to travel around the lake under the ground. We would sometimes go to the bottom of the lane to keep watch on the naughty girls' party that would not have fallen.